The ambush by one of Kai’s goons had caused the group of hunters and hostages to divide. Ares had followed her like a lovesick puppy into an unknown cave, but there would be no Chitty Chitty Bang Bang involving Zena. He could do it himself for all she cared. Wasn’t that what hands were for?
Yet again on the large island, new faces emerged, a saiyan, from the sight of his furry brown tail, along with a blonde haired woman. Zena could tell from the annoyed look on the saiyan’s face and also from the dirty look he had given the woman that there was definitely tension between them. Everyone suddenly became nonexistent as she drifted off into thought. Something had surprised her, the fact that she had let her personal feelings of resentment towards Orion prevent her from anticipating any signs of danger, while in the scorching desert. Her foolishness should have taken her into the afterlife; that much she deserved, but it was the valiant sacrifice of another who had prevented that. This person was Dimitri, a young saiyan. Despite being absent minded, he had proven to have had a lot of heart for doing what he did. Given the choice, Zena would have rejected the idea of being rescued from the clutches of death by anyone, but despite that, for Dimitri’s sacrifice, he had earned her respect, something which only a handful of people shared in common with him. She knew why he had risked his life for her. The two had not become close, so it had nothing to do with friendship. He had sacrificed himself for her like a pawn would do for their queen in a game of chess.
Around 12 years ago, during a (once in a while) family meeting organised by Kirano, he had explained to his twin girls that as princesses of their saiyan race, they were very important people and that they were the future of the Vegeta Dynasty, and because of this, there would always be people to fight for them and protect them and risk their lives for them, not just the ones who pledged allegiance to the Vegeta Dynasty. Xena had not been happy with that information and had assured her parents that she would never want anyone fighting for her and especially not to riski their lives for her. Her mother however had proved to be right when she told her Xena that people would fight for her and risk their lives for her regardless of her objection to the idea, and that they would do so out of honour and pride.
Kokukashin and Dimitri were honourable and proud saiyan’s. Thanks to her parents, she had learned to understand the importance of her role as a princess and the choices others would have to make because of her hierarchy. As much as she still hated to accept this fact, their choices, she had no other option but to live with it. The only thing she could do for Dimitri now was to make sure his sacrifice would not be in vain. Now, she was more determined as she had been before to bring down Kai and organization, once and for all.
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Four people, two boys and two girls, continued their dangerous journey through the dark and damp caves of an island unknown to them. Kai Demolic glared as he zoomed in on the saiyan princess.
“Oh please,” said his wife Trisha, standing by his side as usual, after she had taken note of his cold expression. “I wouldn’t worry about the princess, she isn’t that tough. There’s no chance in hell she can stop you.”
Those were Kai's exact words at the start of FoF, but Jackson had told him that he shouldn’t underestimate her. He believed she had an incredible amount of potential as a fighter that even Zena herself could not imagine.
“You shouldn't listen to Jackson and his crazy opinions,” Trisha Demolic added.
A confident smile appeared on Kai’s face as he zoomed out.
“You agree with me, right?” his wife said to him, sure it was her assuring words that had turned his frown into a smile.
“Sorry Trisha, but I’m with Jackson on this one, which is why I’m determined to put a stop to her as soon as possible. My gunmen are professionals and I have faith in them. I assure you, she will be gunned down in one of the caves. Muahahahahaha!”
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Zena had done it again, let her personally feelings take control and as a result, she had uncharacteristically, physically lashed out at Ares. This was not Zena. She only ever assaulted someone in retaliation of being physically abused, but not because of verbal abuse. She was used to controlling her emotions and had never ever flipped out on someone before, no matter how offensive a comment directed to her may have been, or a person’s opinion about her may have been, this was of course until Friend or Foe 3. So why had she assaulted Ares? All answers to this question were unacceptable, as her physical outburst as a reply to his verbal abuse was inexcusable under any circumstance.
“I have no queen,” Ares informed Zena after the negative drama between the two had died down.
No more outbursts, she assured herself. Maintaining a level-head and being alert at all times is the only way I can survive on this island. Therefore, without a response other than a look of disgust towards the spiky haired hybrid, Zena advanced forward to join Juno and Sophia, but despite the union, she kept herself a little distant from them.
“Nothing? No retort?” said Ares, surprised. “Not going to fight me?”
“Absolutely nothing,” replied Zena without finding the necessity to look at him while she had spoken.
After a minute or two had gone by, she stopped for a moment, taking a rubber band out of the pocket of her blue jeans, which had been ruined with dirt and holes. She then carried on walking as she tied her long, black hair into a ponytail. A rubber band would have to make do. This was not a fashion show after all.
Yet again on the large island, new faces emerged, a saiyan, from the sight of his furry brown tail, along with a blonde haired woman. Zena could tell from the annoyed look on the saiyan’s face and also from the dirty look he had given the woman that there was definitely tension between them. Everyone suddenly became nonexistent as she drifted off into thought. Something had surprised her, the fact that she had let her personal feelings of resentment towards Orion prevent her from anticipating any signs of danger, while in the scorching desert. Her foolishness should have taken her into the afterlife; that much she deserved, but it was the valiant sacrifice of another who had prevented that. This person was Dimitri, a young saiyan. Despite being absent minded, he had proven to have had a lot of heart for doing what he did. Given the choice, Zena would have rejected the idea of being rescued from the clutches of death by anyone, but despite that, for Dimitri’s sacrifice, he had earned her respect, something which only a handful of people shared in common with him. She knew why he had risked his life for her. The two had not become close, so it had nothing to do with friendship. He had sacrificed himself for her like a pawn would do for their queen in a game of chess.
Around 12 years ago, during a (once in a while) family meeting organised by Kirano, he had explained to his twin girls that as princesses of their saiyan race, they were very important people and that they were the future of the Vegeta Dynasty, and because of this, there would always be people to fight for them and protect them and risk their lives for them, not just the ones who pledged allegiance to the Vegeta Dynasty. Xena had not been happy with that information and had assured her parents that she would never want anyone fighting for her and especially not to riski their lives for her. Her mother however had proved to be right when she told her Xena that people would fight for her and risk their lives for her regardless of her objection to the idea, and that they would do so out of honour and pride.
Kokukashin and Dimitri were honourable and proud saiyan’s. Thanks to her parents, she had learned to understand the importance of her role as a princess and the choices others would have to make because of her hierarchy. As much as she still hated to accept this fact, their choices, she had no other option but to live with it. The only thing she could do for Dimitri now was to make sure his sacrifice would not be in vain. Now, she was more determined as she had been before to bring down Kai and organization, once and for all.
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Four people, two boys and two girls, continued their dangerous journey through the dark and damp caves of an island unknown to them. Kai Demolic glared as he zoomed in on the saiyan princess.
“Oh please,” said his wife Trisha, standing by his side as usual, after she had taken note of his cold expression. “I wouldn’t worry about the princess, she isn’t that tough. There’s no chance in hell she can stop you.”
Those were Kai's exact words at the start of FoF, but Jackson had told him that he shouldn’t underestimate her. He believed she had an incredible amount of potential as a fighter that even Zena herself could not imagine.
“You shouldn't listen to Jackson and his crazy opinions,” Trisha Demolic added.
A confident smile appeared on Kai’s face as he zoomed out.
“You agree with me, right?” his wife said to him, sure it was her assuring words that had turned his frown into a smile.
“Sorry Trisha, but I’m with Jackson on this one, which is why I’m determined to put a stop to her as soon as possible. My gunmen are professionals and I have faith in them. I assure you, she will be gunned down in one of the caves. Muahahahahaha!”
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Zena had done it again, let her personally feelings take control and as a result, she had uncharacteristically, physically lashed out at Ares. This was not Zena. She only ever assaulted someone in retaliation of being physically abused, but not because of verbal abuse. She was used to controlling her emotions and had never ever flipped out on someone before, no matter how offensive a comment directed to her may have been, or a person’s opinion about her may have been, this was of course until Friend or Foe 3. So why had she assaulted Ares? All answers to this question were unacceptable, as her physical outburst as a reply to his verbal abuse was inexcusable under any circumstance.
“I have no queen,” Ares informed Zena after the negative drama between the two had died down.
No more outbursts, she assured herself. Maintaining a level-head and being alert at all times is the only way I can survive on this island. Therefore, without a response other than a look of disgust towards the spiky haired hybrid, Zena advanced forward to join Juno and Sophia, but despite the union, she kept herself a little distant from them.
“Nothing? No retort?” said Ares, surprised. “Not going to fight me?”
“Absolutely nothing,” replied Zena without finding the necessity to look at him while she had spoken.
After a minute or two had gone by, she stopped for a moment, taking a rubber band out of the pocket of her blue jeans, which had been ruined with dirt and holes. She then carried on walking as she tied her long, black hair into a ponytail. A rubber band would have to make do. This was not a fashion show after all.
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Does honesty earn respect or inspire revenge? Is it smarter to attack the strong or annihilate the weak?